I wake to a world that is changed.
Four-feet deep, powdered soft
like cashmered-ice. Love, the land
is white. The windows glare their
pale and brilliant light, my skin fairer
now. White glow, almost blue
everywhere - eyes to toes,
freckled nose and ginger hair I am
as pale and cool as some backroad
goddess of Narnia. A regular C.S.
Lewis lover, all ice and cool,
a real princess. No-one would
mess with me now. Not like this,
with my twisted ice sword
so hard it will not crack, with
my frozen heart, my broken
back. All that could have been done
has been done. Who then could
harm such beauty? None.

Comments

The following comments are for "snowstorm in Narnia"by sadijane

frosty freeze
why, that is just about one of the strongest, most useful and nicest comments i have ever received and it helps me see when i'm on the right track. i can't thank you enough for this, because if you had not pointedit out, i would not have known whether this poem worked or not, and if so, why or why not.

Sadi, where are you???
I enjoyed this so much. It seems like you have left here.....but at least there is your work...wishing you would come back.
I missed this and several of your other things. Sorry but I had been away for a bit. Back strong now I think.

Hope you come and submit and comment as well. Loved your input Sadi!!!